Bohemian Romance Jewelry

 
 
Abraham Maslow said ‘Almost all creativity requires purposeful play,’ and that’s what I do. My time in my studio is like recess.
 
 

The Artist

I started my business in 2007 when I first moved to Tulsa from my hometown of Brewster, New York.

I draw my biggest inspiration from my family of makers and tinkerers. I learned to sew on my gram’s lap, to make jewelry laughing alongside my mom, and to whistle and tinker from my popu.

My business grew out of my love for giving handmade gifts. Like all crafty-minded folk, I dabble in a lot of things—sewing, knitting, all kinds of jewelry making, shadowbox art, painting and sketching. But my passion is upcycling and Steampunk art because both allow me to express my curiosity with history and stories.

When I’m not making jewelry or crafting, I am baking, traveling with my husband, indulging in my true crime obsession, or reading a good book.

Style & Sourcing

To me, Steampunk is a nostalgia for a time that never was. My pieces are created from things I find at flea markets and estate sales. I like to breathe new life into old objects and transform things that are broken into beautiful, wearable art.

My jewelry is largely comprised of upcycled, salvaged, or recycled materials. Among my favorite things are lock washers, skeleton keys, white pearl buttons, clothing fasteners, sewing notions, rhinestone costume jewelry, electrical tubes, and clock parts.

The limited amount of new items I use in pieces, like chain, earring wire, etc. are purchased from local businesses.

The Stories

Each piece of jewelry has its own story, sometimes many, to tell. A story often told through the object itself: a photograph will be signed with the family’s name; a watch will have a maker’s seal and engravings detailing each repair; a locket will still bear a photo of the original owner’s sweetheart; or the secret compartment in a compass will still hold a wildflower.

Sometimes the story is mine: the coal miner’s tag found in a jar of buttons; the trip to Paris with my mom where we stumbled upon endless treasures from a hotel building salvage; or the “junk” care package sent from my family back in New York filled to the brim with clock parts and brick-a-brac.

And sometimes, best of all, the stories are yours. People will tell me about their grandmother’s button box when they see that I’ve used buttons in a pair of earrings; or they will talk about their dad when they see washers in a necklace; or a kid will ask “What’s this?” and it starts a whole conversation that inevitably leads to someone telling a story.